Elsewhere perdu in a parachute, plucking at my perturb past, peeling into the pungent present when the perplexed rays peek through the pretty paisley panels and pour into my porcelain pores, pulsating pilates and punctuating their patterns. Nestled, cocooned, the muslin combs my cells to perfection in plush pink pastel, pleading a pillow to paint a new posture, where the pixelated rays pause only to penetrate, probe and protest my plan.
They persuade passionately, pronouncing their presence with whistling phonetics of the parakeets, and I can only bend to their prowess promising, a new perspective.
Pitches as too peachy, eh?
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Kindly excuse my grammar and words, it's been chaotic lately, and I just had to let go of the word hiccups. I hope to read your drabbles and reply soon...
Jamie Clapperton over 2 years ago
Woah! Veririty, I could feel the texture of those words and it made me giggle too. Enjoyed thank you!
Jamie Clapperton over 2 years ago
And am discovering it rewards repeated readings.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Personally perfectly perplexed.. but perseverance will probably or possibly prevail, peut ĂȘtre?
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Jamie! means a lot coming from the Alliteration King!!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Neville... Sorry, this is an outpour of lack of sleep and grumpy mornings.
Perfectly pointed proposition for better writing....
PS- loved your comment**
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Christopher!